when will you work god?

when will you see
i need answers
and you aren't doing much for me
when will you open your eyes
see past the sun and the clouds
seek out my desire
to hear your voice boom loud
when will the red carpet be laid
when will my hopes and dreams
be satisfied
in things i can see
hello? lord?
i heard you are loving
strong...patient...and wise
all knowing...all caring...hearing our cries
my request is a simple one
be small...be mine alone
break out of your realm
step down off your throne
walk with me...talk with me
be real...be alive...be kind
tell me that you love me
tell me everything will be fine
i need to hear it
straight from your lips
faith is hard...faith is unrealistic
for a skin covered man
who only sees skin cloaked things
who doesn't see heartbeats
or blood flow
or nerves cracking
or seeds sown
or water soaking
or leaves baking
or soil tilling
or weeds growing
and choking and choking
the sun is less bright
the moon is dressed in black
and an emptiness is filling
the sky with her muddled hues
and darker mists
and failing glances
and second chances
who grows this deep weed
this unwatered seed
that cultivates my brain
and sends me on my way
a path of destruction is laid
and all i find are roots
dug up before me
nothing takes hold
i try and i try
and nothing wants to live
this soil is too loose
these hands too new
when will the rain come
drench the ground...make it mud
so i will be swallowed up inside
sinking deep beneath
the earth's crust
where i lay
and rust
and wait and wait and wait
again i wait for my bones
to come back to life
when will i be a ground breaker
when will i reach a bare knuckle toward the sun
when will nerves and muscle
encase me once again
when will these dry bones dance
hello? lord?
when will you work?